Lucid Waking

Someday I wish I can fly on the breeze
To be free as a bird and fly with ease

Someday I wish I could be like a tree
Away from all troubles and full of glee

Someday I wish I could join with the sky
Not have to suffer and not have to cry

Someday I wish I was out of this bed
Never to worry for the time of dread
Never to live to be the best
Just lay me down to eternal rest.

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Originally published on January 04, 2006

I took a look at my comments today and I thought, I better start answering them. In response to Coffee and Dreams:

I like! But why is the guy dreaming about her? Most guys dream about blonds with lots of curves. Write a followup!

That’s just a huge stereotype. Bottom line is, I didn’t want him to be "normal" and dreaming about blonds with enlarged body parts lying on the beach in bikinis. Not that there’s anything wrong with being blond, I just didn’t want him to fit the stereotype and I didn’t want her to fit a stereotype. But, I never refuse a follow-up, so here it is:

           Snow was thawing outside into a messy slush. Birds were beginning to return and a few lonely chirps filled the air. The sky was a flawless bright eggshell white and the air crisp. His car seemed to have a mind of its own and he ended up in the front of the small coffee shop. It was non-descript from the outside and blended in with its dentist’s office neighbor. A bright yellow sign was pasted in the window “Lily’s Coffee Bar” and on the door “Help Wanted.” He walked to the deserted café and walked up to the counter. The girl was there helping out; her nametag stated that she was Lisa. She looked exactly the same as she had when he last came in there.
            “Can I help you?” she said in her thick Scottish accent.
            “I’ll have a coffee mocha with skim milk, hold the whipped cream,” he said avoiding her eye contact and staring at the menu.
            She jotted down his order and pressed several buttons on the cash register, which beeped at her touch. “Is that all?”
            He paused before saying: “Yeah.”
            She smiled at him and gave the order to another girl standing next to her.
           “That will be $1.75.”
           He handed Lisa the money and the second girl filled the order, before handing him a hot paper cup.
            “Thanks.”
            He was out the door and almost in his car when he heard: “Wait!”
            He turned around and saw Lisa running after him.
            “I just wanted to thank you for coming to the café,” she said breathing somewhat heavily. “I’m free Friday nights; I get off work at four. Here,” she handed him a piece of paper with numbers on it, “call me.”
            She was bright red, now, so she waved and hurried off. He smiled as he got into the car. Halleluyah, he thought this day can’t get any worse.

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